Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.